The End, Not Quite||An Anna and the French Kiss Story

Chapter 11|| San Francisco

*Now I've decided to do it from Isla's POV. This is probably the last POV change I'm going to do :) Thanks for reading!

I pull on a pair of shoes and smile up at Josh,

"What?" He asks, smiling,

"Nothing. Can't I smile at my boyfriend?" He grins at me,

"It's nice to see you smile," He says and grabs my hand. He pulls me closer and kisses me deeply and slowly, after a few seconds he hurries up and the kiss turns more hungry. He tries to pull me closer, even though I'm smushed against him. He breaks off of me, he seems almost scared,

"I love you," He says. 

"I love you too," I say and he smiles at me. He puts a hand on my stomach. He slowly lifts up my shirt and grins,

"I never knew you were such a softie," I joke.

"Really?"  he asks, I nod. Then there's a knock on the door and we both jump, St Clair's voice comes from the other side,

"Are you coming or not? You've been in there for ages!" We laugh slightly and open the door. St Clair smirks at Josh and winks at us. It must of been apparent that we had been making out. I bring a hand to my head, wanting to see if my hair is all messed up, which it was. Of course. Josh's hands had been all over my hair, all over all of me. I turn to Josh and grin at him, my lipstick is all over his mouth,

"What?" Josh asks us. St Clair grins and points at his mouth. Josh blushes a dark red and excuses himself to the bathroom. St Clair and I laugh together and I smile back at Josh. St Clair grins at me, then says,

"So. How are you?" He asks somewhat nervously,

"I'm, I'm okay," I put hand on my stomach, "How are you?" I ask him and he shrugs slightly,

"Can't complain," he says with a smile. There's an awkward silence, but before it gets too awkward, Josh comes running back. He grabs my hand and says,

"So are we ready to go?" We nod and head out the door

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We walk around in the blazing sun and St Clair shows off a few sights. Josh looks just about ecstatic to be here. I mean he must be happy to be with St Clair. I on the other hand am not exactly happy to be here. My legs are killing me and the sun is much too hot and I just need to sit down but I don't want to spoil anyone's time. Josh and St Clair are chatting happily and exchanging inside jokes. Josh is basically just dragging me along. And then I get a massive cramp and accidentally let out a slight groan. Josh turns around, 

"Are you alright?" he asks, 

"Can I just sit down for a second?" I ask. The two boys nod quickly and lead me to a bench,

"I'm sorry," I say sincerely,

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart," he says. It's so cute when he calls me sweetheart. He really is a softie. I smile at him. Another cramp comes and I groan again slightly and close my eyes. Josh rubs my back slightly and I smile,

"I'm sorry. This was a rubbish idea," I hear St Clair say. I shake my head, 

"It was thoughtful. I'm just too tired for it, I can just head back if you'd like. You guys can catch up," I say,

"No. No way, We saw each other under a month ago. We can last," Josh says,

"Okay," I say and frown, putting a hand on my stomach again,

"Come on," Josh says and takes my hand. As we walk back to the apartment I can't help but feel like a helpless little child.